[Verse One] [Cutla** Reid]:
Maine, I'm prime time, no Dion
And you n***as is gas, no Freon
Top of the shelf no Feon
I shoot down to your last 5 Heartbeats, Leon
Body motherf**ing stinkin'
And the getaway drivers in a Lincoln
Im so, Im so criminal minded
The execution I perfectly timed it
Your b**h is on my dick
She want a ma**age
it
The haze/Hayes I called Isaac
I smoke until I'm lit
Perform lyrical Heimlich
The pattern I designed it
I'm out of my mind sh**
Moshe David, I'mma shine/Shyne b**h
[Big Shot]:
Ain't no red octagon that is stoppin' us
n***as is sayin' he crack, until I chopped him up
Bagged them, one shot one k**
I'm beyond ill, understand I'm iller
I'm beyond real, understand I'm realer
In other words, ain't no fillers
my n***a
So kick rocks, I spit murder for all the disc jocks
No need for the key to the city, easily pick locked
A transformer to a beast like Grimlock
And terrorize the city like Godzilla
I can't be touched, you talk about the illest
And n***as that bees us
[Chorus]
My n***as ain't playin, we ain't f**in' around
Let off a few rounds, have you huggin' the ground
We rep for the town we be holdin' it down
They lovin' the sound, it's Durte Muzik
My n***as ain't playin, we ain't f**in' around
Let off a few rounds, have you huggin' the ground
We rep for the town we be holdin' it down
They lovin' the sound, it's Durte Muzik
[Verse Two] [Boogie]:
I rep for the street corner
I send the Wolves, they smell the meat on ya
I meant the sweet on you, p**y
Time to Tweet longer
Me?
I'm on the street corner, any hood any town
Couple of ride or die
chicks with me and they rollin' right now
Motherf** an ATM, my n***as hold them right now
We are the sh**, can you smell them?
You got a clue? You better tell them
f** being on your list of best
I'm on the list of not to test
I'm in the game but still I flip on your a**
Ron Artess
They ain't want us around, cause we dominatin'
Plus they ain't saying sh**, verbally constipated
Y'all ain't got it here, gotta face it
Who can do it better than we?
n***a, the most incredible DMP
p**y
[Starboy]:
Who you foolin'? You should not even
roast
'Bout your status homeboy, you are not even close
Chill out ace, show you the
ropes
Calm down 'fore the last thing you see when I show you the toast
Break bread with my n***as down in North Carolina
I'm still so Virginia, you still so vagina
We major you minor
You just warmin' the pint up
It's only a matter of a time
, hear the beep of the timer
You hungry for beef, got something to eat to eat for you misfits
Breakfast all day, catch me with two biscuits
Hands where I can see them, put them sh**s up high
Tell 'em I'm dying to live cause I'm living to die
[Chorus]
My n***as ain't playin, we ain't f**in' around
Let off a few rounds, have you huggin' the ground
We rep for the town we be holdin' it down
They lovin' the sound, it's Durte Muzik
My n***as ain't playin, we ain't f**in' around
Let off a few rounds, have you huggin' the ground
We rep for the town we be holdin' it down
They lovin' the sound, it's Durte Muzik
"Got half of Virginia locked down" -Notorious B.I.G. 'Warning'
"Like this"
"7"
"Dirty" - Jeru Da Damaja
"V.A."
[Verse Three] [Khizman]:
We can go mano y mano
I'm so dirty like rooms at the
Econo
You so amateur night
at The Apollo
Before Twitter we was the ones the hood follow
Middle finger salute is the gesture
Now that DMP
has returned like Devin Hester
I stay studying homie, who wanna test the
n***a who's the lyrical monster, Uncle Fester
And you ain't seen nothing yet, I got a lot left
You get the cold shoulder n***a, you's a hot mess
I go hard but I do it with ease
And my pockets constipated from all of this damn cheese
[Chorus]
My n***as ain't playin, we ain't f**in' around
Let off a few rounds, have you huggin' the ground
We rep for the town we be holdin' it down
They lovin' the sound, it's Durte Muzik
My n***as ain't playin, we ain't f**in' around
Let off a few rounds, have you huggin' the ground
We rep for the town we be holdin' it down
They lovin' the sound, it's Durte Muzik